I remember my father saying that before I was conceived I was just the twinkle in his eye. So its true then, we really are created out of star dust?
Recently, I decided to record the experience of going through a car-wash. I am mesmerised as miles of accumulated grime is scuffed and rinsed away. From my space capsule’s insiders view, I marvel at how something so mechanically mundane could produce such a beautiful spectacle. I watch the ebb and flow of water and suds, glint and sparkle around me in the light, every foamy streak unique in its formation yet producing beautiful, minuscule galaxies and mobile symmetries. Rinsing water is sprayed and squirted, misting into a liquid film on the windscreen like the wrinkled surface of a lake, whilst black rotating rubber flanges beat and flail their way along the panels and side windows gently rocking me from side to side.
Finally the giant drier blasts the remaining droplets of water into oblivion and the muddy residue vanishes down into the drains. After what seems like no time at all, the machines just stop and there is a moment of eerie quiet. The green light comes on and I turn the key to start up my engine, emerging from my reverie back into the world, my carapace duly cleansed, dried and polished and ready for the next journey along the road.
I hope you enjoy this sequence of images: A symphony of light and shadow, water, sparkle and movement punctuated by a soapy froth and passages of frenzied blackness. Inspiration in the twinkle of my eye. This is my Nativity.
“You come to us from another world, from beyond the Stars and void of space. Transcendent. Pure. Of unimaginable Beauty, bringing with you the Essence of Love.“
To see other ‘twinkle’ posts, this week’s photo challenge, see here.